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What Happened?My eyes blink rapidly, my lashes attempt to brush away the sordid vision before me. So much hope denied by a one dimensional existence. Tonight's full moon whispers the sad reality of your plunge into desperation and dysfunction. On the eve of your birthday, my dreams for you go unrealized, your full potential squandered by poor choices. My efforts to raise your spirit to its highest level have failed, leaving you clinging desperately to an unreal world of playful deviants. My birthday gift to you is total detachment and sweet release, allowing you the freedom to perform your death spiral without judgement. Happy Birthday! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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